T-12 Hours

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place…like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll also miss the person you are now at this time and in this place, because you know you’ll never be this way again.” -Azar Nafisi

I don’t know what happened to the past five weeks.  I swear I blinked, and they vanished.  On one hand, I feel like there is no possible way that five weeks have past since I got off that plane–it feels like yesterday.  On the other, the depth of relationships, knowledge, and growth I have gone through leaves me feeling convinced that there is no possible way we’ve been here barely over a month.  

Twelve hours from now, the plane that is supposed to take me home will be boarding.  It seems

so beyond surreal.  I’ve spent the last two days in a seemingly endless stream of goodbyes to people that have come to mean so much to me.  It seems strange to think that five weeks ago, I didn’t know they existed.  

My roommate, Trish, and I spent a while sitting on our balcony tonight, talking about everything we’ve experienced here.  I’ve experienced so much, and going home, I barely know how to begin to explain it all.  I’d heard people say that travel changes you and changes your perspective.  I believed it in theory, but I had no idea how true it was until I came here and experienced it.  There are so many things in life that I can never see the same again.  Costa Rica has changed me.  On some level, I do not think I will have any idea of the the depths of those changes till long after I return to the States.

I’ve been stretched–and strengthened–in my faith.  I’ve asked new questions–and found answers to questions old and new.  I’ve laughed, cried, and laughed until I cried.  I’ve danced till my feet are ready to fall off and eaten some of the best food I’ve ever encountered in my life…. I want to say so much more, but since I probably should try to get some sleep before a 12 hour day of travelling, I’ll close with this for now. 

Costa Rica. Pura Vida.  My life can never be the same.

Pura Vida,



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